I am always partial to a Pedro Almodóvar film, even if one of my friends refers to them as no better than ‘melodramatic claptrap’. I am beginning to wonder what he’d make of this, possibly the maddest of all Almodóvar’s movies…

Like a modern-day homage to 1930’s mad scientist films, Antonio Banderas plays Dr Robert Ledgard, a well-respected plastic surgeon. After a tragic accident when his wife was badly burned in a car crash, he begins to create a living skin which would have saved her.

In his house with him live his old nanny, who faithfully stays with him, and a mysterious woman who he seems to be rebuilding with the face of his late wife, using the new skin. However, what other secrets lie behind those doors to his laboratory?

Entirely bonkers from start to finish, with twists and turns at every corner. The Skin I Live In is well-paced and has not one wasted scene. You just need to put all the pieces together, even if you can’t quite believe what’s happening. Queasy, quirky and bizarre.